Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Woah. I’m two for three…or second down…or…(insert sports terminology here) whatever means that it’s been three days and I’m dropping another post. Awesome. Feel free to continue leaving your incredibly witty and sweet comments down there for the Googlicious Giveaway…and kudos to you guys for eeking Inside…Out ever closer to the magic-#25 “likes” on Facebook. You guys rock.

My male readers will be happy to note that I caught Monty Python & the Holy Grail the other night on some cable channel I’d never known existed. I think the network was I-B-S…no, wait. That stands for irritable bowel syndrome…maybe it was I-B-C? I-A-C?? Not sure now…but I'm pretty sure it had a “C”. ANYWAY. Such guy-humor…and such a freakin’ hoot.

Which brings me to a connection I made today: My office is the equivalent to 1 ½ Avenue-blocks from the municipal lot where I park my car. That equals like, 16 city blocks. Okay, I’m lying….but wait. I have to walk the length of half a football field (sometimes) to get to these uber-steep stairs and there are 147 of them. Okay, I’m exaggerating…but it is steep. Then I have to walk along the sidewalk, which is paved with this stone that is horribly uneven and requires me to stare intently at the ground and watch every single step, or I’ll twist my ankle and go down like a sacked quarterback. (WTF is with me and the sports references?? Maybe it’s guy-payback for that beauty post I did a while back…) So, I walk and I stare at my feet…’cause I’m in heels, don’t you know, snow and ice be damned. And yes, I know I could do the change-into-work-shoes-that-I-stash-under-my-desk but that’s not who I am. You should know this by now.

It takes forever to walk from my car to the office…so you can imagine how much longer it feels when I’m heading back to my car at the end of the day. Remember that scene in Monty Python where the king is on his quest and he walks out of the woods to cross the field and they keep looping the film back to have him walking the same distance over and over…and over again?? And they play a gong every time they repeat it? That’s how I feel when I’m walking down to my car…I’m intently staring at my feet...and when I look up? The end of the block keeps getting further and further away.

You walk way too far. I'm not sure any job is worth walking that far. Can't Ric pick you up??? In a limo? Was it AMC? (If the volume was screwed up it was definitely AMC - they play great movies but you can never hear anything but the commercials.)

Hmmm... perhaps you just need pointier high heels. You know, for traction? And then it can double as a weapon! Random comment 2: Good choice with the Monty Python reference. At the moment I'm more along the lines of "Bring out yer dead!" Good movie. So applicable to life.

I am a "wear-boots-bring-nice-shoes-to-change-into" kind of gal (it's a Vermont/New Hampshire thing, I think)... but if that simply won't do - how about some Yak Trax?(http://www.amazon.com/YakTrax-80493-WinterTrax-For-Shoe/dp/B003O2AYMU)

I adore Monty Python... And I know that feeling. That's how I feel whenever I can't get a close parking spot to my brother-in-law's place. They live on this ridiculously steep, vertigo-inducing hill...

So, I'm guessing you made it but had to crawl the last couple of feet? ;) I felt that way during our move, every time I felt like we were making progress I'd be confronted by the ever growing pile of boxes in our apartment. That's why I haven't visited in a while, I've been moving. Any who, I'm getting back to blogging slowly but surely. As always, thanks for the laugh!

Wow...that's a lot of walking and climbing and snow and ice. I walk about ten steps from my car to the door into our building, then another 15 steps down the hall to our office, then again about ten steps to my desk. On the flip side, we do have to walk about 1/2 of a city block to go to the bathroom. Now who's life is rough? Well, yeah, yours....gotta agree. Woman! Wear some warm & comfy boots til you get to your office!

And, you're doing it in heels? Where are your snow shoes?Hey, you've got to stop by. Bitter Baking has come up with cookies inspired by When Pigs Fly. I'm giving some away. Oh, and they've changed their website. You can actually find the prices on things.

But you're still wearing heels because it's who you are. Hehe. That made me laugh. Lulu is just like that. Well, now that's she's pregnant she wears flats, but I know heels will be back as soon as she delivers. Like on her way home from the hospital. Lol.

Cathy Webster (Olliffe): Yeah, I've requested the limo several times. Dragon, Ric Dragon seems to have selective hearing. I'd even consider a Dragon-cable car...how cool would that be?? Flames emblazoned on the sides... don't think it was AMC, though the commercials were ridiculously LOUD.

Christopher: I KNOW! If I look up, even for a second, I'll often feel my ankle start to slip. If it wasn't so treacherous, I'd walk in the street. (Don't you DARE say it!)

Dorn: Ha! I'm loving this idea! And it will further establish my deep-seated dislike for the season, whilst showing the world that I can cope, albeit with a Kathryn-flair. Perfect!

Lauren: I love that scene. I called Connor in to see it and he said he'd seen it a whole bunch of times. Yay...the next generation appreciates the absurdity. Traction? Interesting concept...

Runnergirl: Ha! Yup. I refuse to give this horrific season any more power than it already has. It's the principle, I tell ya!

Vince: Yeah. If only. I don't know how much teetering in ice does for one's tushie...but you'd think those 657 stairs would have made a greater impact. Altho, I'm not puffing like a freight train when I reach the top anymore. Progress!

I LOVE Monty Python!!! I have issues with looking in the rearview mirror while driving. I cannot help but giggle and play a little game with myself. I look in the mirror and look away and look back and look away. In my mind, I hear the drum roll. The cars are always far away in the mirror. Then I laugh. It is always hard to explain to anyone else in the car. It is terribly easy to amuse myself.

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